MY INSANE YEAR AS A HEMP FARMER – PART 7
This opportunity in Oregon might accelerate some things a bit, I thought. Plus I’d get mountains and the ocean. Chels and the kids love the ocean, too.
memoir
MY INSANE YEAR AS A HEMP FARMER – PART 6
We were best-friends, but perhaps the worst kind. Instead of bringing out the best in each other, we brought out the beast in each other.
MY INSANE YEAR AS A HEMP FARMER – PART 5
“It’s happening all over the country,” Cornelius said. “And nobody knows what they’re doing yet, but everyone is making tons of money. The industry can’t even catch up to the demand right now, I mean we can’t grow this stuff fast enough.”
MY INSANE YEAR AS A HEMP FARMER – PART 4
“It’s like the Wild West, Nate. It’s why I have this,” Cornelius reached around a filing cabinet and brandished what looked like an old Winchester rifle from 1866.
MY INSANE YEAR AS A HEMP FARMER – PART 2
Cornelius looked at me with his eyeballs over his sunglasses. “I need to tell you about Dick.”
MY INSANE YEAR AS A HEMP FARMER
Trato Diablo Farms – worth over fifteen million dollars – went bankrupt eighteen months after it peaked in 2018. I was there to watch it crash and burn.
THE DEATH OF GRANDDAD
The following is an excerpt from The Memoir. It’s a pivotal moment in the story and stands alone on its own.
PROOF
As soon as I finished the final draft of my memoir, I discovered this invaluable artifact from February 26, 1990.
